Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by ABC. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Can,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.